A letter to my friends

 A letter to my friends


I always say that I have been raised partly by my friends and partly by my family. This is very true because I have lived away from home since I was 14 with holidays of course being spent with my family. 


The truth is you have been there for me in ways that I cannot begin to mention. But let me try.You saw me through my moments of victory, the moments I found my voice and spoke up during meetings, debates or fundraising events. You saw me through as I won awards at school for best student in class or best student in a subject. You witnessed my crowning moments as I was voted and selected Boarding prefect, head girl and student body president. 


You were there when I persistently finished my 1500m race, as I struggled to catch my breath, finishing that race even when I was the last to cross the finish line. You clapped, you cheered and coming out last never felt like failure or defeat because your smiles embraced me, your look of pride seized me. 


I begin to think how content we were with the little we had, putting together coins and notes to buy that lunch break, just that one packet of chips. The connection was pure and honest, we were unbothered by the social or economic classes that clearly existed. All that mattered was that we were together and we were doing the best we could to go through it all.


Dear friend, you uploaded my leadership skills and supported me as I tried to make sense of the responsibilities that came with the leadership entrusted to us. Without much guidance and support, with the not so enough knowledge we had gathered about leading others, people our age and sometimes a little younger or older, we did it like we knew, somehow as though we had always been prepared for the moment that we beheld. 


You probably recall the countless times I cried. You can bet on it, I am crying even as I write these words. You somehow tried to understand my emotions and figured out how to support me even though you didn't really know what caused my tears to ceasingly drop past my cheekbones. 


Where are you now? What are you doing? No, the better question is how are you? We haven't heard from each other in a while, and that sometimes can make one think that friendship dies even after expressing so much life in a particular period. 


I hope you never lose your wonder. I pray you never lose your might, your ability to walk into a room and shine with so much capability and enthusiasm. I hope you are still dreaming or better yet living your dream. I hope you still dance, sing, do drama performances, poetry, rap, write, go to the gym, play basketball, football, netball and volleyball. I hope you still run, jump, read and I hope you still cook. I hope too that you have found some new activities that excite you and bring out the best in you.


If you are not doing so well, maybe you feel discouraged, you feel like you are not doing enough, you feel unappreciated or unloved. Maybe you feel like somehow you are not on time. I want to let you know that things will get better with time. There is light at the end of the tunnel. Remember before the rainball comes the rain. Hold on, don't let go. I promise you will make it through. I wish you comfort, strength and resilience, I wish you healing and restoration. 


Dear friend, I hope you know that you are loved and cherished, I hope you know that you are created, fearfully and wonderfully. I hope you know that you deserve to be here, you matter, you are precious. Your dreams are valid, your intentions are sound. 


May the Lord bless you and keep you. Make his face shine upon you and be gracious to you.


Far we might be. Speaking we might not. But I still remember your candle. I remember your gaze. Your smile. Your aura. I love you. Dear Friend





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